We're all
Passengers 
Sleeping 
On the sliver 
Of the storm
The lunacy of 
This moon is
Wasted on
The insipid
Fallen generations
Forever trudging 
Sunset 
Dancing on ice
With grace and 
Duress
Bewitched by history
Unlearning lessons 
Muddying tracks 
With pieces of eight
And tears of 
Misfortune
Making the dogs
Howl 

Lady Dementia 
Spreads her icy fingers
Warning all of those 
Intending
To live 
Too long
That playing dice with death
Is all well and good
If you think
Your flesh and bones
Can cling 
To your sanity 

As the sands of time
Drain
And the seasons 
Change
This slipshod way
This manner of being
This game against 
Survival
Is nothing but
Tiresome

Trickle down the wind
Worship the elements
Applaud the sky
Crash with the
Thunder
Forever roll
Leave no shadows
Hide no secrets 
Bow
With the velvet sunset
This Human-animal
Is
Too gracious
To curtesy
Yet cringingly desperate 
For the dawn
Of which 
It is too
Troubled
To face